There's Always Next Year
Last night, the Toronto Maple Leafs season finished, a welcomed conclusion to any person who has the misfortune of being a Leafs fan.
What went wrong this year? Everything. None of the team's lofty expectations were met, losses mounted, and Leafs fans settled into watching a team of destiny. Unfortunately, the destiny was to miss the playoffs and embarrass the club in the process.
Fans with a lesser pain threshold turned away as I did in October. I watched only parts of games, even when I happened to be in the ACC for a game. I don't think I can be faulted for being disgusted with this team.
One player who did show some heart last night was Bryan McCabe, who in the final minute of a 3-1 loss to Montreal, dropped his gloves, and got dropped in a fight. That was McCabe's second defeat in two games. Greg Millen, the CBC commentator, cried that McCabe should have given it a rest - the season was over. I disagree: It's refreshing to see McCabe show he cares. Unfortunately, this character development came in game 81 of a season long lost.
But I don't want to single out McCabe. Many Leafs showed more determination once the season appeared lost. Give those guys credit for caring about keeping their jobs. Making the playoffs? Not so important.
The Leafs are a team fond of hitting the self-sabotage button. This coming off-season, if the club knows what's best, it will hit the self-destruct button.
"They say the definition of madness is doing the same thing and expecting a different result": That precious Hives lyric says it all. Isn't it time to stop the madness?